TW: SENSITIVE THEMES, BLOOD, SCREAMING AND YELLING (IG?), SELF HARM, MENTIONS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL ISSUES, MENTAL BREAKDOWNS, MENTALLY ILL BEHAVIOUR, MURDER, SADISM, MASOCHISM, PSYCHOPATIC BEHAVIOUR

Fifth of May, 19XX
(Czechia is 14 here)

Czechia POV:
I leaned on the door listening to the voices. "Oh, come on you two! That boy is clearly mentally unstable, we need to take him! We want to help him and we will do our job whether you like it or not. You're not his actual legal guardians," one of the people there said.

"How about I just gauge your eyes out? Get the fuck out, now!" Protectorate yelled with an angry tone. "We're giving you ten seconds to run."
I heard Slovak growl and my face went blank.

I started to ignore whatever they were saying and quickly got to my bed. I managed to register a gun shot but I just lied down and tears started falling from my eyes...

My breathing started to get worse as I felt my whole body start twitching. I started to laugh. It was a soft and quiet laugh, before it started to turn more psychotic.

My whole body began to shake, one of my eyes was twitching and I was crying. I broke out into a hysterical laughter.

„Oh man... There's something seriously wrong with me” I softly said to myself through out the laughter. I get up with a forced smile on my face and went into my bathroom.

When I entered it, I picked up a knife I had kept there. My smile began to get bigger and I started crying more. My eye was twitching and my hands were shaking, a lot..

Actually, my whole body was. I didn't know what to do anymore. I stared at the knife in my hand with wide eyes and a big smile.

3rd person POV:
All of a sudden, Czechia's smile turned into a frown. He gritted his teeth and quickly and harshly sliced the knife across his wrist.

He smiled. This time, it was a soft smile. He started to cut his wrist even more. The blood started to pour out rather quickly. Soon enough, his whole hand was completely red.

I fell against the wall. I started seeing black. Everything was becoming blurry.

Czechia POV:
Just then, I heard a familiar voice:
"Czechia! Are you alright?" Protectorate...
I stayed silent and Protectorate's question soon got continued by Slovak, my other brother.
"Czechia, answer or we'll kick down the door" He said harshly.

"I'm.. I'm fi-ne.." I answered but unfortunately for me, my voice cracked very obviously.
"Czechia... Are you crying? Are you in pain?" Slovak asked rather softly.

"I.. I'm no-t..." I quietly answered.
The clique on the door moved a bit and the door opened.
"Czechia? Oh... Fuck." Protectorate just sighed and quickly walked up to me.

"Can you see normally?" He asked.
"No... It's all blurry and dark..." I answered. He nodded and gently picked me up.

"Slovak, get me some medical supplies and meet me in the living room. Slovak muttered a quick agreement and before I saw more, my vision became completely black.

"Czechia..? Czechia? Chia stay conscious please!"

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